Kanye to the year, you heard the name Tracks plus racks, finna murder the game
Uh, can I get it? Uh uh uh uh uh uh
All these is believe and breathe the same air that I breathe and bleed like I bleed Only different story, fuck that up Iceberg flows, I gotta pose Every whip but the studio In the hospital dissin, flow is very sick Plus very rich, very thick chain Very thick til I got every bitch 20’s at the bottom carry the 6 If I cock back and shot on my band with precision You can’t hate this, with the platinum braces I rather need new teeth than a whole facelift But she taste this, rather taste this Taste my aiming, watch me H this You whack rap, catch me a replacement So I hit the basement, took it back to basics We stand to my tims, grab my laces Got loofs on, the only type noose on em Define how like triple goose in it What the fuck I gotta do? Another truth in? See it don’t really matter what yall brooling Yall ain’t satisfied til we shoot you So if somebody gotta die tell me who want it That Chi Town, Southside booth, we on it, we on itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
